Jumpy...

All day yesterday I was having mini panic attacks and generally making myself tired. As you know, I'm up to my neck in work, but that wasn't the problem. I was really stressing about improv and flying (not together. Those are two seperate fears). I knew that flying would be alright because I have magic blue pills that make me go to dozyland, but improv anticipation was killing me. It didn't help that when I arrived at the venue, there were about 200 people jammed in there, mostly other improvisers. Man, I have never wanted a show to go as well, ever. I think everyone was feeling that way.

Scott (that coach guy) warmed us up for about twenty minutes before we headed onstage and from then on in, it was all a blur. We attacked the stage with a ton of energy, had a huge amount of fun, did ridiculous shit, and got a standing O at the end of our set. Most of us were soaked through by the time the lights went out. Guess I couldn't have asked for a better outcome than that. Bitchin'!

I hope my flight today goes as well.